Friday, March 11, 2011

Swirls Of Sexvines In English and French!

new beings, inviting danger,eruption of potent speciesinto the forest.

a memory of aroma of a nightwhen i feared being only a mothbut my death was death of the universelocked in my skull,

infested with vinesand sinews of thoughts and longings.

bible verses came to attackbut the jungle rotted themto ant food.

longing for something to read,i picked up stars with my tonguebut they stung ,so i burrowed under leavesand seeped into roots.

the stars called meinto veins in the night.

i became many, and the rainwashed me into puddleswhere i birthed a multitudeof minute beings eating each other,living in each other's bellies,stitching the earth together in laughter,and it keeps growing...

I'm sure i've hopelessly botched the verb tenses, and probably they are not consistant. also i would have to read a bunch of french poetry (in storage) to find the right words with the right connotations.